The moon is veiled by a cloud curtain
Above the trees
The night not so dark as it wishes
The moon is veiled by a cloud curtain
Light casts shadows
Among the trees
Swallowing the dark it shares space
The moon is veiled by a cloud curtain
Hope often hides behind closed doors
Under our grief
Know the sun still shines bright behind the moon
Being veiled by a cloud curtain
As long as there is shadow, hope lives
Embroidered in blackness
Cynicism only strengthens unbelief
And the moon is veiled by a cloud curtain
dversepoets.com open link night. This I wrote a few years ago. Never posted it anywhere.
mehflowers 
Good observation: “As long as there is shadow, hope lives” If there is shadow there is light somewhere.
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I love the idea of a shadow embroidered in blackness. Stitches of hope. (K)
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“”Hope often hide behind closed doors”. Indeed it does!
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Nice merging of light, hope, and the moon.The refrain of the last line gives it rhythm.
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So much lovely imagery here. I love this especially, “Light casts shadows
Among the trees
Swallowing the dark it shares space.”
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The repetition and how the meaning of it shifts works well.
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I like the way you guide the reader’s eye with prepositions, Mary, like a camera: ‘above the trees’, ‘among the trees’, ‘under our grief’ and ‘embroidered in blackness’. The repetition is effective in alternating the different kinds of light and darkness.
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Beautiful. I especially like the imagery of this ….”hope lives/ Embroidered in blackness”.
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I like the moon a lot when it veils itself a little bit… adds silver to the night.
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